.Like a Diamond in the Sun.

Written by: MACTM

[Part One

"I have to go to the DVS in Seattle. There really isn't any other way, I'm telling you."

"Sabriel, I work for the police department. We issue all the licenses in this general area. It would really be perfectly fine if you came with me to work so we can update it."

"I'm going to Seattle this weekend. End Of Story."

Sabriel attempted her best sneaky slide out of the house, but just ended up slamming her elbow in the door. After George, AKA Father, passed her the Neosporin and a band aid for her bleeding elbow, she really did accomplish her lithe escape from the Dooms Day home.

Moving to Sequim, Washington just moments before her junior year was a dashing misled mistake on her part. After being mostly absent from her father's life and vice versa, it was almost like she had to get used to herself, minus the clumsy part, her father's tendencies were her own and it was near sickening. Her first few days at school were…fair. Beside the fact that half the girls wanted her scalped by the Indians that once roamed the area. Actually, there were no roaming Indians here, or ever. Or maybe there was. The only thing that Sabriel was really sure of this place was that there were snow-capped mountains in the distance, which meant that, come two months. Somehow George would rope her into somehow getting on death sticks, which is actually the affectionate name she has for skis. With her clumsiness and lack of equilibrium, George would be charged with her murder after the fateful ski event. She was getting far to ahead of herself, though. Right now, she just had to focus at the task at hand. Sequim Senior High School

Before she stepped through the front door, she had already been through Hell and High Water. Stealing a parking spot was just one of her many excruciating moves she had executed in the past ten minutes. With the piece of crap [except not really car George had acquired for her usage, it was the car she "bumped" that retained the damage, not her car. Whoever's car it was, was NOT going to be happy. A nice five inch scratch smack dab on the driver's side.

"Ohhhhhh well. I'll just say something like 'Your car was in my parking space.' But then again, it wasn't. It was perfectly centered in its own space." Sabriel tossed these words through her head as she stood at the foot of this "accident".

"Damn! I need to skedaddle before someone sees me as a witness to this crime." As one of the only people who still wore a watch these days, she could see that it was nearing to 9:00 when first period came into session. U.S. History had never interested her more. Of course you hear the sarcasm. As she "flitted" through the throngs of people assembled in their usual places, she would randomly trip on a bag here, get stabbed with an elbow there. It brought to mind her newest injury, the scraped elbow. You'd think that she would have grown used to the constant wounds, but it never ceased to bug her how she could never be this glowing angel. Glowing was on her list of things that she wasn't, along with beautiful and graceful.

"Oh Sabriel, You are positively glowing today! Do tell me what has happened?" A dripping sweet voice beseeched her in the worst of ways. Veronica was an evil whore. There was no way around that. Of course, Sabriel's father had to live in one of those places where the girls despised you and yet still acted as though they waited on your hand and foot.

"Oh, Veronica, You must be on crack because I never glow." Sabriel responded, a genuine smile slipping onto her face.

"Wha…at?" Veronica's face was growing red.

"I was kidding, V, wanted to see if you were listening. I'm not glowing; I just beat the crap out of the driver's side of this fancy smancy silver Volvo in the parking lot." Sabriel raised her eyebrows and arms in an impish way.

"Oops!" She tried to keep the giggle light, but couldn't do to the fact that she just gave Veronica ammo for ruining another day at this school for her.

"Bye Veronica..." Sabriel muttered, wanting to get away as fast as possible.

She had, yet again, just crippled herself. This time with words not a deathly fall.

"Next week we will be covering some of the first years of colonization in the United States. So pick one of the original 13 colonies and…go with it." Mr. Bard was barely what you could call qualified to be a teacher. I guess you had to take whatever you could get in a small Washington town. Of course, Sabriel was at the means behind in any of her classes, besides wonderful Algebra II. She already knew what colony she was jumping to assist to. Salem, Massachusetts.

Second and third period were just as much as a blur as first seemed to be. Fourth period was enticing Algebra II which she actually perked her head up to, not really for algebra though. Sitting in her usual seat was a monstrous beast with fierce golden eyes and longish fraying brownish blackish hair. Sabriel, yet again, was overreacting, but you would be too if you de-valued a nice Volvo earlier that day.

"Um…you're in my seat." This was Sabriel's brilliant remark to a creature so alluring and darkly angelic that she could barely grasp the fact that he was edging into evil persona. No words passed his lips, but he gently shifted almost too quickly into the seat bordering hers. His head turned slightly, but it was all too apparent that he was keeping a trained eye on her through his peripheral vision. She didn't want to admit it, but she was addicted to looking at him. It was a cloudy day, but rays of light would momentarily shine through and she could swear that he was glinting. Almost….diamond-like? It was the same faceted idea though. Every time Sabriel would look at him, he would get this obvious discomforted look on his face.

Her mind was swimming with thoughts of who this guy was. She had been at this school for the past week and half and hadn't noticed him in this class or anywhere in the school. Then again she was feeling so snazzy with the sun shining that she didn't really notice anything. Now, today was the first day since she arrived that the sky was a murky gray and it was threatening dangerously to rain cats and dogs. It subconsciously was putting Sabriel in a bad mood. The side of her face was being burned into by this beautiful stranger's darkening eyes.

"There's a test on Friday. Please study! This is really important for you to pass, and if you do, you might as well be exempted from the exams at the end of this semester." Ms. Hart pleaded. Sabriel, along with the rest of the class, pretty much knew that if the class continued on failing that Ms. Hart would get…laid off. The bell rang and the class was off. Sabriel turned so that she could maybe confront this angelic being, but he was gone. She slowly turned her head back around and gathered her stuff. As she wandered towards the door, and past the teachers' desk, she opened her mouth, then shut it, then opened it again, and shut it.

"Ms. Hart, who was the guy I was sitting next to?" This was a daring question since she was a student and her a teacher, obviously a little awkward.

"Ahem. Let's see. Where's the seating chart…?" After a scuffle of papers being moved around on the desk, and the bell announcing the start of fifth period, Ms. Hart finally found the misplaced seating chart.

"Ohh, here we go. Well yes, it's Edward Cullen."